About ten minutes later I turned the channel again. I could hear Tracy on the computer as she IM two of her friends at the same time. I was just about...ready to say something when I saw some head lights go by the front window. Tracy stopped talking. A minute later I heard a car door open. "OMG Buck! MY MOM HOME. You got to go hide. RUN!!! GO!!!!! MOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Tracy. I jumped off the couch. I ran barefoot to the back door of the kitchen. It was locked. I could here Tracy going to. Then she raises up onto her hands and knees and climbs off the bed, evidently wanting to go on to the next thing.The next thing is coffee, which is done brewing now. I put a bit of cream and sugar in mine, but Yuki has hers black. We stand there naked, sipping our coffee while we look over the tray of breakfast foods: croissants, butter, honey, and three kinds of jam; an array of fruit, but not mixed: melon, strawberries, and assorted other berries; and two dishes of yogurt.I start by grabbing. He then patted my ass and left.I went back in the room and I was amazed how turned on I was. I lay back on the bed and started rubbing my pussy. I was sloppy wet. My mind kept racing with thoughts of Steve sitting in his car watching and wondering how hard I was getting fucked by black pizza guy. Then my mind thought of the black guy and could not help but wonder what he would look like fucking me. It too much and my hips started jerking as my orgasm hit me.The next day I went home to find. .." {{Fwop!}} "Respect your elders, young woman! And if respect won't keep you quiet, I have three more pillows handy..." Oh, thank you Goodman Gaoler," she said. "I appreciate your consideration, but, you know, the meal is incomplete." Oh? Is there owt else I might get ye, Mistress? Some salt, mayhap, or a bit o' vinegar?" Oh, no... i was just recalling my old Granny Esmeralda; very often she made us breakfasts like this, when my sisters and I were at her cabin."No, it's just that Granny...".